Guilt

Guilt...! Guilt rides, on the chariot of truth and how long can it go forth? It  obscures the facts  and obliterates the figures and peps-up and cooks it's own broth! It feels so heavy,  wears out the only one who is privy and it is one's own knot to the naught! On the obverse of the day,  when you join the fray,  be assured it gouges out your heart! It holds on to the rein,  in attempts so vain,  yet it completely mauls one's sleep! Thereon the day that dawn,  there is only groan and moan,  as it weighs you down only to make you weep! Stave off this sorrow,  nay wait for the morrow, there is an easy way out if you scout! Heaven is here to rejoice and so is hell too as a choice, It is left to us to find the route out to rout.